I had a siamese for a while - well actually he had me
I was at university and lived at what was basically a crack den, when this cat turned up at my door meowing one night. I let him in and fed him some left-over tuna bake and that was it - he stayed.
Bloody ugly though - missing all the teeth one side of his mouth, mangy with chewed up ears and smelt like sour milk. I got him all fixed up at the vet (a lot of money for me back then - I had to live on noodles for that fortnight) and he lived with me for about a year and a half before he died of old age.
I called him Rex because he was the most dog-like cat I ever knew. He would lick me like a dog when he was happy, went to sleep at night (instead of prowling) and loved nothing more on earth than people food.
He wasn't particularly scared of water either. My shower was broken and I had to take baths - Rex was always fascinated by the screeching as the water went down the drain. Inevitably he would get all worked up and jump in, trying to attack the vortex and getting all mad when his paws would get sucked against the drain.
I still remember the sadness I felt when I got up one morning and there he was on the couch, passed away in his sleep. At least his autumn years were comfortable.
I don't know why he turned up at my door that night, but I was glad he did...